A Summer Abroad: Berlin

The first time I flew on a plane, I was seven-years-old and headed to Disney World with my family. It was a pre-9/11 world, but flying still frightened me enough that I burst into tears as we prepared to take off. I still vividly remember a flight attendant handing me a plastic winged metal to mark my first time in the air, all smiles and cheer. I haven’t been scared to fly since.

Still, I said goodbye to my family and crossed through the TSA on June 19th, 2016. I was bawling by the time I found my gate. Some things don’t change, I suppose.

Eight months ago, I got one of those “golden opportunities” that everyone likes talking about. The kind that don’t happen to people, realistically anyway. The CEO of a indie publishing website I had long inhabited offered me a community management job. I often joked that this job was “$11 an hour to play on Facebook all day”, but I managed the entirety of the company’s social media, most author-related projects, and generally kept their community happy. Big job, and it got even bigger when I was invited to spend two weeks working at the home office in Berlin. Another two weeks to do whatever I wanted in Europe. A few months of extensive planning later, I had flights and hotels lined up for Berlin, Rome, Paris, London, and Dublin. I was traveling abroad for the first time, and I was going it alone.

“Are you sure about that?” I got asked this question (and variations of it) a lot. I got asked if my longtime boyfriend couldn’t join me. I got disbelieving looks, because I’m 5’2, a young woman, and generally considered what we would call a "country mouse." In the small percentage of Americans that travel abroad, less travel alone and even less of those are women.

I remembered that while I sat at my gate, wiping my eyes as I blared Amanda Palmer over headphones and watched the plane I was about to board.

“Am I sure about this?” The answer was no. I boarded my plane anyway.

Since that first flight two months ago, I have become hopelessly in love with transit days. The in-between days of trains, airport transfer buses, and plane seats. They are slow, and draggy, yet enthralling for the simple act of travel. The anticipation of a new country and an imagination running wild for what you’ll see when you get there (you are always wrong, and it is always awesome). When I finally made the hop from Newark to Berlin, I had no idea what I was getting into. I didn't know Berlin was so diverse, beautiful and so very huge. My first stop in Europe, with the least amount of English of all my stops. Two weeks there on my own. No pressure.

The first three days were the scariest. I quickly discovered my former employer was disinterested in helping me navigate the basics of living in Germany, so early hurdles such as the U-Bahn (Berlin’s metro system) and figuring my way around signs dotted my time in the city. To a tune of wicked jet lag, I worked long office hours and commuted back and forth across the vast city. One night heading back, the German writing in the metro turned me around and I ended up on the opposite side of Berlin around midnight. The metro shuts down at 1am. It was a rather unnerving adventure getting home. I also had the pleasant experience of finding out that my train ticket, which my employer picked for me, was only worth a week’s worth of U-Bahn rides, but only after after a 60 euro fine and an anxious trip to the German equivalent of the DMV. I had never gotten a ticket in my life: this one makes for an interesting story, at the very least.

At the same time, I quickly discovered how beautiful Berlin was. Majesty and creativity marry beautifully in the streets, where street art dots anything it can touch and history seeps out of the city's pores. Brass stolperstein mark Jewish lives on the cobblestone. East Side Gallery sprawls around its block with flooring imagery. I went to Brandenburg Gate on the same day as a football match, so the whole are had been transformed into a viewing area, complete with a truck-sized screen and food vendors. There was a thrill about joining the crowd of a thousand Berliners, passionate and joyful for every goal their team scored. Germany won the game, too.

There is a peace to Berlin, too. Due to its central position and polices, Germany has one of the most diverse populaces of any European country. Every day at my flat was a new one, sharing a building with college students from Germany, France, Haiti, Norway, Russia, South Africa, and yes, even America. We exchanged stories in the elevator, held doors, and offered helping hands where needed. I was offered food and, more often, beer when coming in at night. I found the same in the office, where my co-workers had flocked from all over the world. Our neighboring restaurant was run by a Russian family, who spoke only their native tongue and German. They called me the “pretty North European girl”, and smiled whenever I came in to order lunch with rough sign language. I also frequented a kiosk down the street (which are like gas station stores in America): the Turkish man that worked there had come from Istanbul two years before, with his young daughter. Our exchanges were awkward and messy until one day, when I apologized for my bad German while buying ice cream.

He shakes his head and says, “In my country, we say that when you eat and drink in a place, it is your home too.”

I think I visited him every day after that.

The instant understanding and compassion of Berlin was incredible, and humbling, because I kept thinking back to my home. Back where there had been screaming over immigrants from Mexico and Syria, whichever was the latest ‘threat’ to the American public. I thought about that as I wandered around this big city with little to no German experience, in a culture vastly different from my hometown of 10,000 people. I thought about the challenges I had living in such a place, on my own, for a mere two weeks. And then I considered what it would be to move here- to pack what I could carry and settle where no one spoke my language or knew my customs. Where everyone screamed for me to ‘go back where I came from’.

By the time my two weeks in Berlin were up, I had seen and done a great deal in the city. I had experienced so much of the beauty and strength of the city, and still, there was so much more left to experience. It was worth every second, difficult or otherwise. Given the chance, I would love to return to Berlin one day, and I'm so glad it was my first European experience. It helped set the stage for my next stop, Rome, and helped prepare me for the next two weeks of incredible travel!

I Asked 5 Europeans What They Think of Americans, And Oooh Boy

Sometimes, I feel Americans don't think too much about how we are viewed by others. It is hard to name off bad traits about one's own country because in reality, who wants to do that?

I asked ten Europeans what they thought about Americans, to see if everyone really thought the stereotypes that are made about American people were true.

So in asking, "what do you think of Americans," these are the responses I got...

1. "Well, I was just curious, how many credit cards do you have...?" - Germany

A lot of European people think that our view of money and its importance is odd. I have noticed since being here, people do not work nearly the hours most people do in the U.S., money is not their only motive.

People here are not as concerned with what seems to be the American ideal of working harder, having more money and financial security and being able to purchase more materialistic goods.

2. "You guys have bigger appetizers than some of our meals." - Belgium

It's true, since being in Europe, I have not seen a to-go box, or have ever left a meal feeling so full that I need a nap. We could truly learn a thing or two from the portion control in Europe.

3. "Americans are way too loud." - Spain

I never thought about how loud Americans are, mainly because it is so normal to me. After getting used to speaking with my roommates who are all from Europe, and then meeting up with a group of Americans, I see how loud we all talk together and how many glares we get from across a restaurant.

4. "You all have the worst vocabulary I have ever heard." - Italy

I don't even have an argument for this one, people who speak English as their 3rd language truly have better vocab than most of us.

5. "You all smile way too much and get hurt when people don't reciprocate it." - Spain

It took me a few weeks to not get butthurt when people here don't smile upon eye contact but it isn't rude, but in America, a smile is almost just a polite gesture that means virtually nothing.

To sum it up, yes. People think these stereotypes are true.

They really do live under the assumption of so many stereotypes about us. It's not that they dislike Americans at all; they think we are all friendly and funny (not always in a good way, but hey I'll take it).

How Traveling Has Helped Me Mature & Grow

I've always been an explorer. From trying new restaurants to finding a new lookout point, travel and adventure has run in my veins for 18 years. So when my high school offered a trip to Europe run by my favorite teacher you know I had to take advantage of it.

This trip was my graduation present so as the minutes inched towards graduation, it also inched towards the moment I get to explore Europe. The day of departure arrived and I was anxious yet excited, this would be the first time going to a foreign country without my parents by my side. But by them not being there, I truly grew into the person I am today.

I knew only one person out of the group of fifteen students I was traveling with. This forced me to be more outgoing and taught me how to be more flexible with other's views and opinions. From going in and only knowing less than a handful of people, I was able to meet two of my closest friends; Julia and Cameron. They have taught me so much about myself and have helped me become so strong and courageous.

On this trip we travelled to England, France, Germany, Austria and the Czech Republic. Going to many places means many new cultures to be immersed in. I tried to learn simple phrases like "thank you" and "have a nice day" in the countries respective languages. I felt it was my duty in a sense while traveling to their home to be courteous and respectful, as I hope they would do for mine. By learning so much about these countries cultures and traditions it made the experience so much more meaningful, than just a vacation.

Finally, to remember this trip for the rest of my life, I kept a handwritten journal for the three weeks I was in Europe. By journaling, it helped me relax and unwind while also helping me find what I am passionate about. This passion being writing. When I returned home, I read my journal to everyone because it gave such amazing details of this life-changing experience.

Overall, traveling has made me so much more mature. It taught me how to get along with others, find a passion, and how to create friendships and memories for a lifetime.